Sunday, May 31, 2015

Maryland


june rains, linc’cum line –
obese lass talks about th’wait,
incomprehens’ble
(4-16)





watched mortar explode
on 'nam hillside - now th'harbor
fireworks make him jump
(9-05)









vet ‘n th’inner harbor
went t’nam, now even th’fireworks
make him grind his teeth
(1-17)




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curses th’o’s traffic
th’radio reports th’acc’dent
near maryland house
(3-17)







visionary’s art –
th’intense joy’f th’harbor summer
through th’prism ‘f th’confined
(2-16)






outside gaithersburg,
looking f’r th’westbound train, but stopped
at ‘n ancient farmhouse
(1-16)






sailing chesapeake,shore
cabins' shutters closing
in sun's reflection
(9-08)







slurps th’crab off his thumbs –
from th’eastern shore, makes th’big point
‘f eating’m in season
(3-17)











woke up t’ th’copperheads –
a-t hiker tells ‘bout th’night
on th’maryland trail
(3-17)








assateague salt marsh -
trav'ler seeks respite from heat,
clapper rails still hunt
(12-13)








one night, mar’land trail,
through-hiker’s nightmare comes true –
whole nest ‘f copperheads
(6-15)







from th’pickup bed, watch
cowboys change drivers without
stopping – chesapeake bridge
(7-15)








camden yards gambler -
decades of wins and losses
betting on the o's
(12-13)






harper's ferry, now
antietam - firefly, how much
hist'ry do you know?
(12-14)







smell of fresh crab cakes,
eye on harbor tourguides
and the pickpockets
(12-11)









woods near arundel,
unwraps rich cheese, loaf and jug
misses home, boulogne
(12-11)








south mountain: the trail,
or th'road t'denver - sets down th'pack,
and flips a quarter
(12-14)








cut west ‘n hagerstown,
or stay with her, ‘n’ watch th’leaves turn
in th’small college town
(9-16)


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nanjemoy egret,
th’leaves changing around his stage,
‘n’ his regal d’cision
(5-17)





ravens’ nineteenth pick –
watchin’ th’game from th’towson couch
getting’ drunk ‘n’ vi’lent
(11-15)







high hopes ‘t th’wedding –
th’whole raven team, her fam’ly,
cruciate ligament
(11-15)







th’inner harbor shines –
game day, ‘n’ she can’t stand th’ravens,
can’t bear it t’go home
(11-15)






long walk down howard,
cold bus stop, sidelong glances –
they, too, far from home
(4-16)






saints' day - poe and ruth?
visionary museum's
here in the harbor
(8-05)







nanjemoy eagle
in talons a trout that saw
fall colors, last time
(10-08)





‘they should just get jobs,’
th’old man says, but ‘s christmas time
‘n sandtown-winchester
(5-15)







sandtown winchester
first snows ‘f christmas settle in,
sense ‘f desperation spreads
(1-17)





harbor tunnel slows
t'a crawl - maine t' georgia trip stops
as th'east coast counts down
(12-11)





stuck ‘n th’harbor tunnel
traffic’s not moving, ‘n’ the east coast
starting its countdown
(1-17)




epiphany feast
awaits, but traffic's backed up
since maryland house
(12-11)









between steel bridge and
harbor tunnel, truck jackknifed -
miles back, snow. tests brakes
(12-11)









icy glazed harbor,
late night at th'visionary -
crab cakes for breakfast
(9-08)









justice f’r mister poe –
in life, th’maudlin verse, in death,
th’icy grave on greene
(4-16)









bal'more has drum gigs
but's hard to pay the gas bill
'round 'bout febr'ary
(12-11)









inner harbor march
scarf ‘n’ hat ‘gainst th’wind, guy mumbles
something ‘bout cocaine
(5-17)






th’old priest on dubois
th’sailor hides from th’april rains,
gives him th’sack of jewels
(1-16)








down on th’eastern shore,
mallets, crabs, th’start of th’season
he loves th’sounds of home
(4-16)






sea breeze, spring morning -
th'ocean city bartender
jams door with driftwood
(12-14)









he’d give you th’driftwood
but he found it ‘n assateague,
‘n’ he needs it t’hold th’door
(1-17)



 

spring ‘t th’metro station –
happened t’come, says th’musician
cause ‘t’s called shady grove
(1-17)



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likes th’black eyed susans -
they survive th’chesapeake rains,
‘n’ still come back cheerful
(3-17)





oysters ‘n’ tobacco –
may fog, charles county lad’s tales
‘f th’way it’s always been
(4-16)






nanjemoy creek dawn -
egret hesitates, decides
to stay for summer
(3-10)







fireflies ‘t antietam
any possibility
th’souls’re still among us?
(3-17)

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